Yes, I’m sitting in my dorm, in Dolgoprudny, Russia. It’s spring outside, on the left, a neighbor is playing Party Pocker at his computer, handling thousands of virtual money. Midnight. Get up early tomorrow. But I’m drawn to some kind of creativity, and I want to go on a hike. But I don’t have time, so at least I remember a little.
Day 1
I made the decision quickly, bam - and we are already going to Simferopol. Minibus, trail, morning, fog, lavender. You can directly push some haiku to Basho, something like:
Wet water pipe.
The minibus gives me a headache.
No matter how you run into the forester.
Hmm, that's such wisdom.
We climb the mountain. We climb, we climb. Kirill is a good guy, he carries a GPS with him everywhere, a modern compass. We find the other half of the people. We set up camp. We take some water from a nearby spring. Nearby there is a certain mountain (Paragilmen).
Day 2
We got up, ate, and went. My physical strength is not up to par. I gave up sports, I'm a slob. I eat snow. Kirill explains to me that I can’t do this, but I eat anyway. I'm eager to drink.
We reached a high altitude (1500 meters), there was a lot of snow. I'm falling behind. Hot tea helps out at a rest stop.
And I started singing songs - it also helps a lot.
We reached the Arbor of the Winds. The name reflects objective reality. If the wind didn’t blow me away, it was completely stormy.
Day 3
I went on an excursion to the Arbor of the Winds. Useful experience. I tell everyone that excursions in the mountains during a snowstorm, although very informative, are extremely dangerous. Informative - in terms of you will learn what it means to be truly scared. I walked only about 100 meters away, looked back - and the camp was no longer visible. I walked 500 (in fact, there were only 100 meters, but because of the snowstorm it seemed very far), I got ready to go back - but my tracks were covered up. So you can play as a moving snowman for about 16 hours, and then - as a motionless one, until they find you.
I had clear landmarks - a gazebo, a road, a bunch of fir trees near our camp. But, nevertheless, I passed the audition for the role of Bigfoot successfully.
Let's move on. We're walking along the road. But there is snow on it... A lot. It's hard to tell where the road is and where the field is. Only posts and GPS help.
Let's go down. We passed the forester's camp. We passed the deer feeder. I borrowed a piece of salt from them. I wanted to leave 5 hryvnia, but I thought that the deer didn’t have a purse to put in, and the forester would drink it anyway.
We arrived and set up camp. Nearby is an aunt and uncle from Feodosia. The guy doesn't know how to light a fire, he uses gasoline. But this doesn't help him. Well, we use our ingenuity and experience from previous hikes - the fire is ready for use.
We cook noodles, eat them with sprat, together we criticize Yushchenko and praise Yanukovych. Kirill philosophically observes this senile process.
Day 4
Ah-ah-ah...I stretched, I’ll get out of the sleeping bag. Humid.
We go down the gorge. On the way, we will examine the water supply system, built in tsarist times.
We climb up and stomp through a certain village (Sovetsky village). We reached a certain spring Kohannya. We dialed the love spell H2O and moved on.
We took the bus to the bus station (to Yalta). Bus again - to Ayu-Dag, Bear Mountain, if I understood correctly.
We've arrived. There are grape fields all around. Only bare branches. Sadly. Although in summer it is even sadder - the branches are bent under the weight of golden bunches of grapes, but serious guys with clubs do not sleep, but cheerfully drive away hungry tourists.
Let's go, talk about life, about hitchhiking. We remember Krotov.
We climb the mountain, it’s getting dark. We reached a certain plateau and set up a tent. We met local lost pilgrims, Kirill showed them the way to salvation, and they went down.
We lie in a tent and solve all sorts of riddles. I didn’t solve the riddle about the 2 cords that light up in a clever way and take some time to set. Well, the world is full of secrets and mysteries.
Day 5
Artek. In my imagination it was a children's paradise. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him from the mountain. It turns out that children's paradise is yellow on top.
We go down further and see the remains of an ancient Greek church. We eat dried bananas, they are very tasty.
Guys in the sea on boats catch fish.
We went down to the sanatorium and went to the pier. Fine. It's warm, the sea is splashing, seagulls are flying.
We stomp to the bus stop. I buy myself a local citro.
We arrived at the station and bought tickets from local bigwigs.
On the train we communicate with a colonel of the border troops, he is going to Kyiv to improve his qualifications. It turns out that they are no longer engaged in spies and saboteurs. More and more drugs and all kinds of contraband. Boring.
Let's play Guess the Situation. Like, there’s a dead seal lying on Khreshchatyk, and under its flipper a laptop is blinking in Sleep mode, and it has licensed Windows.
In general, I liked the hike. Che (Word tells Chu) wanted it and got it in full.
Motto: Throw the computer out the window, sell the sofa to your neighbor, give the TV to orphans and go camping!
Kulich Fedor, 4th year student, FMBF MIPT
March 31, 2007, 1:05 am